Short Hair With A Wig

Beyond your twisted mind, what's the appeal?

3 o'clock in the morning, it doesn't sound good

Getting ready to happen, I feel like a thief

Not going to live like this, that will feel good

Turn it off and leave it on, none of it is true

Voice through a hospital, but keep your body cured

An engine of ambulance, a little hint of death

Blood-red reunion, only thing that last

Human potential movement, it's killing me

We can't unite around any day

Torn from your tongue, what is done?

Hospital voices I hear, ascend

Angel from what you wear hallo with a hair

The black horse, the prince, die anywhere

Put your hands and raise your fist

Choose your wishes wisely, the mythical beast